Tears of Blood

As Crimson tears stream down my face,
I see the end of the human race.
No, giant bang, no, ball of flame,
our ending even has a name.

Time is the name of the hated foe,
that is how our race will go.
Time will one day start to break,
one small slip is all it would take.

For time is the one thing always in motion,
from the death of the stars to the swell of the ocean.
And anything working full speed without any rest,
will surely break down even if it is the best.

So, I sit here crying tears of blood,
to drowned myself in a silent flood.